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Kurang Bersyukur

* Aku mau resign, cari kerjaan baru, kalau perlu mulai dari bawah lagi ...

# Hah, elo serius? Kok tiba2 ekstrem gitu sih?

* Pusing, capek jadi orang miskin :( *nggerundel mode on*.
Abis effort dan rewardnya gak sebanding siiih ... hiks hiks.

# Pasti gara2 adjustment itu ...
Elo tuh ya, banyak yang enggak naik gaji, even cuma 5% doang.
Banyak yang gak dapet bonus.
Elo tuh tetep harus bersyukur, walaupun cuma 5%.

* Tapi kan, tapi kan ... huahhhhh .... Aku gak bisa nabung sekarang. Mepeeet.
Kalau ada sisa, paling berapa seh. I have to do something with mylife.
I'll take my risk. Kalau emang harus mulai dari bawah lagi, I'll do it,
kalau menjanjikan karier yang jelas.

# Kalo elo mulai dari bawah lagi, susah buat dapet salary sama dengan yang elo
dapatkan sekarang. Jangan sampai yang elo rintis selama ini sia-sia karena
keputusan emosional doang.
Udah punya rumah itu lho!!

* Ya itu lah yang bikin aku mikir, pusing nih, pusinggg ...

[ phone ringing ... ternyata seorang temen lama nelpon sobatku]

# Gw lagi sama Mita neh, dia lagi stress, pengen resign gara2 adjustment itu.

@ Gw 5% aja gak dapet. Di sini naik 3% juga udah bagus

# Tuh Mit, dengerin, si **** aja gak ada adjustment.

* Yey, tolong yaaa, di sana gak ada inflasi ...
Di sini inflasi 6.4 %, kalau adjustment di bawah inflasi.
Itu artinya gajiku turunnnn.

# Eh, si Mita bilang di sana gak ada inflasi ?

@ Di sini inflasi 4%

# Biasa tuh si Mita kalau lagi emosi ...

[phone conversation continue ...]


# Mit, tuh, dengerin lagi, bukan gak ada inflasi di sana.

* Hmmm. Yang jelas aku capeek.
I don't want to be stucked here, when everybody else already ran.

[percakapan dalam hati]

Emang aku kurang bersyukur gitu?

Emang siiih banyak yang gak dapet adjustment, banyak yang gak dapet bonus.

Tapi, I deserve the best, don't I ?



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